I took a picture of jewelweed in the long evening light. Jewelweed has seed pods that explode when you touch them, which is quite fun. The big fat pods pop if you so much as brush by; with some of the smaller ones, you have to press a little. Jewelweed also grows quite tall. It's taller than the compost bin, and a short person can hide in it.

I also took a picture of the neighbor's cat, enjoying the tomatoes...

This evening, we watched a movie of The Thief Lord. It seemed pretty close to the book, though my memory of the book is somewhat sketchy. The main characters were great--the thief lord himself seemed just right, and the two brothers were excellent too, but so were all the kids. It was a great movie--wakanomori and the tall one will have to see it one day.

Things I needed to do on Saturday, and did:

proofed that newsletterroasted the eggplantpicnic in the Abandoned Villagegave away big plastic toys

It will have to wait until a more decent hour on Sunday to rectify. Right now I'm in between one day and the next, in and island of light in a quiet sea of darkness. And I'm going to turn off the light, and it will be all dark, and I'll go to sleep.

Thank you--the feeling is definitely mutual; I have loved your writing style from the time I saw your version of William Blake's Tiger poem :-)

Actually, this entry I wrote half falling asleep; I had to go back and fix it this morning. (In the original post I remarked twice that popping jewelweed pods is fun; now it's in there just once. More amusing, in the original post I said "it will have to late until..." when I meant "it will have to wait until..." --the late hour was on my mind!

About "Fragile": I have a song on the same subject, 1917 by David Olney, which is even better. If you give me an e-mail addres (doesn't have to be yours), I will send you two versions of it - Olney's own, and the Linda Rondstadt/Emmilou Harris cover. This is just because Olney is an almost unknown artist, and I think that he ought to be mentioned in the same breath as Paul McCartney and Bob Dylan and Bruce Springsteen and Jackson Browne and such.

I'm going to send you one e-mail address; it's one I give out on here when the need arises. Then you can get in touch with me, and I'll send you the one I check more regularly. Anyway, the one I give out is "inatangle at yahoo dot com"

Picnic in the abandoned village *smacks forehead* why didn't I ever think to do that? Well I'll just have to add that to my to do list, and make sure to do so before it becomes the not-so-abandoned-village (it'll be a shame to see it go). Anyway any days when you would mind having me kidnap one or more of your offspring for said picnic?